The Goodbye
The Goodbye
Offend my belated presence
At my grave
I may reach drunk and scared
Don't say good bye if you must not
And hate my awful dead face
But whenever the rain will drench my tombstone
I will pretend that you cried for me.
Offend my belated presence
At my grave
I may reach drunk and scared
Don't say good bye if you must not
And hate my awful dead face
But whenever the rain will drench my tombstone
I will pretend that you cried for me.